Reed: Her... um, mother, was my late husband's sister. She married a clergyman. Penniless. Both parents died... of typhus, when the child was but a few months old.

Brocklehurst: Are you her only living relative?

Reed: There is um... an uncle, her father's brother, but he lives abroad, in um... Madera, I think. I know nothing about.

Children: Go!

Reed: I have done what I can for the child... but she has... a willful, obstinate nature. Oh! Here she is. This is Jane Eyre. Jane, this is Mr. Brocklehurs of Loward School

Jane: How do you do sir?

Brocklehurst: I hear you are a wicked child, Jane Eyre. Let me examine you. Do you know where the wicked go after death?

Jane: To hell.

Brocklehurst: What is hell? Can you tell me that?

Jane: A pit full of fire.

Brocklehurst: And should you like to fall into that pit... and to burn there forever?

Jane: No, sir.

Brocklehurst: What must you do to avoid it?

Jane: Keep well, and not die, sir.

Reed: It is as I said. You must warn her teachers to keep a strict eye on her... and above all to guard against her worst fault, a tendency to deceit.

Brocklehurst: Deceit? We do not tolerate that at Loward.

Reed: That is why I wrote you. I would like her to be brought up in a manner be fitting her prospects... to be made useful, to be kept humble. And as for the vacations, I would prefer... if she spent them with you.

Brocklehurst: Of course. Come! Deceit is a sin. It is a kin to falsehood. And all liars shall spend eternity...in that lake burning with brimstone and fire.

Jane: I'm not deceitful.

Brocklehurst: I beg your pardon?

Jane: I'm not deceitful. And I'm not a liar. For if I were, I should say that I love you. I do not love you. I dislike you worst of anybody in the world... except your son.

Servant: Your bags, Jane Eyre.

Reed: Do you see what a wicked child she is?

Brocklehurst: Have no fear, Mrs. Reed. At Loward we shall tame her unruly spirit.